the great thing about being home for the summer in California is the opportunity to visit the beach whenever I want. of course, weather permitting (which today, clocking in at a crisp 66 degrees, is not weather permitting). I've been to the beach twice so far this summer, the first time with my sister, the second with a friend.
my sister Emily and I have used the same beach towels our entire lives. I legitimately cannot remember a time where we didn't use the matching pink towels during our summer pool trips. (my mom doesn't like the beach so we didn't really go until I was in high school and I could go for myself). if you'd like to see what those towels look like, I can't find a picture, but here's a cute picture of my sister and I at the pool: click
so my entire life I have never found anything wrong with my beach towel. in fact I rather enjoy it. it's special! I've had it for as long as I can remember. but on monday when I was at the beach with my friend (I'm not revealing who it is to protect her identity from the millions of people who will rally against her when they read this) i spread my towel to lay out on and she took one look at it and laughed.
"HAHAHAHHAH! WHAT IS THAT!?!??! IS THAT A BEACH TOWEL?!?!! BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA IT'S SO TINY!!!!!!!!!"
then she lays our her towel and indeed it is about double the size of my beloved towel.
the lesson here?
40. I hate people who make me feel bad about my crap, therefore compelling me to purchase new, unneeded crap.
I love that beach towel.
